Bee baw babby lou, on a tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the wind ceases the cradle will fall, Down comes baby and cradle and all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE RULETH NOT THROUGH HE RAIGNE OVER REALMES by THOMAS WYATT TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES ON THE DEATH OF MR. CRASHAW by ABRAHAM COWLEY MILK FOR THE CAT by HAROLD MONRO TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 10 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |